Thursday, June 11, 2015

Who did it?

There's a window, by the side-rack, by the shattered hopes.
There are some unfinished stories stacked on that rack, on those dusty frames, in those books, in those diaries, of yesterdays and coming tomorrows.

There's a door, by that window, by the infinite possibilities.
There are some Jigsaw Puzzles and some Rubix Cubes, on those unconnected dots, on those maze walls, on those never-ending sidewalks.

There's a line, by that boundary, by that grass, by that sweat.
There are some foot-prints and some confined emotions, before the line, before the happiness. before the sunrise.